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hvly · 11 months

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No, cause let’s talk about the virgins tired of being virgins.

My personal favorite is that Oikawa has never gotten any type of close with a girl because of the sheer amount of bitches he has around him

(Also, I stumbled across your blog and I think I’m in love??? Please say you’re not taken 👏🏼)

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ 🗣️ : anon, babe, forgive me for getting to this so astronomically late. BUT now that I'm here, let's talk about it 🤭 Oikawa is a hoe in theory, not practice. And I am more than happy to elaborate.

ᴄᴡ: virginity loss (male), afab reader, light praise. not proofread so be nice.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1k+

Humor me for a minute. Imagine what it'd be like to take THE Tooru Oikawa’s virginity. To be his first, if you will. He'd try to be really smooth about it. Using his flirtatious nature to cover up the fact that he's inexperienced when it comes to being intimate. And who, honestly, would doubt or question his validity?

The volleyball player is far from short on potential sexual partners. Throngs of fangirls practically throw themselves at his feet, hoping to land on his radar for just one chance. And like any good idol, he gives his adoring fans what they wish and pray for.

Pandering to his female fans by addressing them as “his girls”, giving hugs instead of handshakes at fan meet-ups, and playful flirty banter to appear more personal and within reach. No one who’s ever interacted with him would get the impression that he’s a “virgin”.

To say he had you fooled would be quite the understatement. And to say you were pleasantly surprised to be the one to find out would be an even greater one.

You stare down at where your bodies would soon connect, your hand gently leading his member to align with your entrance. Oikawa's bangs tickled your forehead as he watched, his breaths gradually getting shorter out of what you could only assume was anticipation. “Are you ready?” you ask, looking up at the brunette through your lashes.

He nods slightly, breathing out an airy ‘yes’. You felt your heart skip in your chest, the way he answered catching you off guard. It felt surreal guiding the reputed womanizer through his first time and seeing him like this. Meek, breathless, desperate. How lucky you were to have this opportunity.

“Okay,” you whisper, taking a deep breath before leading his cock into your welcoming walls, using your legs to gradually pull him in. Oikawa inhales sharply from the new sensation, quietly muttering to himself as he sinks inch by inch into you.

You lay still when Oikawa bottoms out, allowing him a moment to adjust to each other’s bodies. “How does it feel?” you ask, your hands coming up to cup his face. His cheeks were warm in the palm of your hands, ears hot against the pads of your fingers. He’s breathy when he responds, brown eyes misty as he looks at you. “Good...Really good,” he mutters, his collarbone peaking through with each breath he took. “Can I?” he paused, voice breathy and barely above a whisper, afraid to appear too eager. He looks like he’s close to tears, eyes glassy against his flushed skin. You peered back into those warm eyes, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks as you nodded.

Oikawa swallows and fixes his hands to your hips. You felt him move backward, his cock dragging against your walls. He starts slowly, his hips rocking in a steady back-and-forth motion. Soft groans and hushed curses sounded from the boy as he relaxed, less rigid and more confident.

Your eyes fluttered shut, lip caught between your teeth as you let Oikawa use your cunt to find a comfortable pace he could build on. Gradually, his movements quickened. His thrusts became less tentative and more precise, hitting faster and deeper every time his hips connected with yours. You gasped quietly, your eyes snapping open upon Oikawa’s (frankly unexpected) new pace.

Your breaths start to quicken as pleasure slowly builds in your core. “Yeah, keep going,” you moan. Oikawa huffs out some sort of acknowledgment as he continues to drill into your tight walls. You vocalized your pleasure loudly, praising the brunette for how well he was doing. And in such a short amount of time for someone who claimed they were inexperienced.

For a moment, you wondered if the pro volleyball player was lying about his virginity. Maybe he was using it as a type of ploy to garner sympathy from his fans.

But the thought went as soon as it came. Your attention was brought back with a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, your hips bucking in response. You gasped before it was quickly replaced with a loud moan, your hands gripping the pillows behind you. Oikawa groans above you, his fingers digging into the fat of your hip.

Any timidity that he previously had was now long gone. He thrust into you with a new found confidence. Or maybe it was just pure lust and pleasure that drove him. You went into this fully expecting not to orgasm, but the virgin boy proved not to be underestimated.

You couldn’t help but rain praises down on the brunette, his performance truly commendable.. ‘Yes ! Just like that’ and ‘You’re doing so good’ falling freely from your lips as the coil in your abdomen steadily wound up. Oikawa threw his head back with a loud moan before looking back at you with hazy chocolate eyes. “Gonna cum…Fuck, I’m cumming,” he manages to choke out, squeezing his eyes shut as he nears his end. You moan in time with his frantic thrusts, yeses ringing throughout the room like a mantra.

His cock twitched with such intensity you swore you could feel every vein on his cock, even through the latex barrier he wore. You reach climax first, your cunt fluttering around Oikawa. He pumped into your walls once, twice, three times before his hips suddenly stilled. Oikawa gasped loudly, an equally loud and drawn out moan filling in any possible silence within the room. You felt his load steadily fill the condom, the faintest traces of warmth within your walls. Every twitch of his cock added to the feeling of (technical) fullness, and you were almost certain that he’d spill out of it if he kept cumming like this.

Oikawa collapsed on top of you, his breathing heavy and his heart pounding against your shoulder. You smiled a bit, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair. He chuckled breathlessly, propping himself up to look at you.

“So,” he smiled, a smirk tugging on his features, “Did I earn the title of womanizer?” Oikawa’s expression was light and playful, not taking himself too seriously and well aware of his reputation as a “lady-killer”. You giggled, shaking your head lightly.

“Almost. Still gotta teach you a few things before then.”

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa toru smut #oikawa tooru smut

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hvly · 11 months

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VIRGIN OIKAWA OH MY GOD THATS SO FUCKING HOT 😍😍😍😍😍😍

you think so? well, i got another little headcanon about Virgin Oikawa and imma be honest; this one makes me giggle a little bit 🤭

ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍ 🗣️! : i’m on a fucking ROLL today 👹 anyways, im the biggest guy virgin enthusiast. fuck a girl being a virgin, that shit is so predictable. give me a boy who don’t know how to use his dick and i’m all up on that (metaphorically and literally)

ᴄᴡ: solo play/masturbation. Not gender specific and not proofread. be nice to me, aight?

Virgin! Oikawa is a pillow humper.

He doesn't use those silicone molds because, behind that flirtatious persona, he's a lover boy at heart. If he's going to stick his dick in a hole of any kind, he wants it to be with someone he's romantically involved with at the very least. Plus, he's not that desperate. Even if not a soul in the world would have him pegged as a virgin, he still has a reputation to uphold. He'll occasionally use his own hand to offer him some late-night release, but it's really only an option if he's trying to make it quick.

But when he had time to dedicate to self-pleasure, a plush pillow that still held a bit of shape when moved around and a satin pillowcase is all he needed.

He'd adjust his pillow under his hips, his hard-on just barely grazing the silky fabric below him. A soft exhale escapes his lips as he lowers himself, pressing his navel down into the mattress. Oikawa lays still for a moment, letting himself relish in the feeling of cool, soft satin gently encasing his cock.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, dragging his length up and down to find a good starting rhythm. Once he finds it, he commits to it, balancing himself on his elbows for better stability.

Oikawa imagines this is what your insides must feel like. The pre soaked material emulating the wetness and velvety feel that he'd read about. It was warm and comforting with just the right amount of friction and tightness that his dick doesn't feel like it's suffocating. He pictures you below him, your face flushed and screwed up in pleasure. How pretty you sound when you moan his name. How your hands feel when they wander his body. How you'd praise him.

The brunette whimpers softly, completely lost in his fantasy. His hands grip the edge of his pillow as he unconsciously thrusts harder and faster into it, his bed-frame quietly squeaking. It's not long before he feels that familiar warmth building in his stomach, suddenly very aware of how heavy his balls feel as he continues rutting into his pillow.

He moans loudly, looking down at the precum-smeared case. It sheens in the soft light of his room and he can't help but imagine it's your privates glistening in your shared juices. That's all he needs to trigger his release, his arms giving out under him as he shoots his load into the pillow. He moans loudly into the mattress, his hips stuttering as he rides through the rest of his orgasm.

Oikawa rolls over onto his back, throwing the cum covered pillow on the floor to be washed later. He stares at the ceiling as he catches his breath, the occasional aftershock making his cock twitch. He snorted softly, crossing his arms over his eyes.

For the time being, pillows worked just fine.

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa headcanons

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hvly · 26 days

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may flowers ft. gojo satoru

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speaking : oh my me, is this a gojo fic from user hvly on your feed? why, yes it is ! i debated for a long time on if i wanted to post this or let it rot on my laptop. but then i realized this would be my first fic of the year. so enjoy one of 4 fics i’ll post this year <3

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — disclaimer ! the following contains: modern au, established relationship, long distance (gojo travels a lot), surprise visit, oral (f!receiving), semi-protected sex, creampie

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“Call from Blue Eyes White Dragon 🧿🩵. Answer it ?”

The music that had just been playing in your headphones was replaced with the voice of your virtual assistant, the ringtone you had set for your lover playing somewhere in the background of your room.

You looked around, trying to follow the sound to wherever you had placed and subsequently forgotten about your phone. Your virtual assistant asked again if you’d like for it to answer the call for you, a few rings having passed by since it had first initially asked.

“Yes,” you said, flipping over the pillows on your freshly made bed in search of your lost cellular device. The ringing had stopped, now replaced with the sing-songy voice of the person who was calling you.

damn, would you look at that…i still ain’t shit :)

april fool’s, babe !

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut

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hvly · 10 days

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“Maki, are you sure you -“

You’re immediately hushed by Maki’s knee between you legs, the muscles in her thigh grinding against your bare cunt sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“I’m sure,” she murmurs, leaning down and placing a trail of soft, feather light kisses from the nape of your neck to your breast. Her tone was gentle, yet firm. Those two words finite and with no room for debate or discussion. You’d find yourself hard pressed to try and convince her otherwise, so you relinquished your questioning.

Maki peers at you through her bangs, a rush of air leaving her nose in amusement before her hands come up to fondle your boobs. She ran her thumbs over your nipples, rubbing slow circles as they began to stiffen from her touch. “Your tits are so pretty, baby,” Maki murmured, the soft rumble of her voice on your exposed skin tickling. She kissed your breast tenderly, placing a few on one mound before switching over to the other.

You chewed on the skin of your knuckle, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest from your girlfriend’s compliment. “Yeah?” you managed to squeak out, trying — and mostly failing — to hold back your voice.

“Mhm,” Maki hums some sort of affirmation, coming up from your chest with a soft pop as she leaves behind a fresh love mark. You let out a mix of a whimper or a moan as she continues her trail of kisses and bites down to your pubic mound.

Maki’s hands snake down your sides, coming to rest on your hips. Her breath tickles on your clit, but she makes no move to give any attention to your neglected sex.

Quiet whines bubble up in your chest as you squirm under her. You wanted to buck your hips up into her face to get some relief, but you knew better than to try. But sitting patiently was still agony as your arousal steadily increased. Maki’s strong hands still your movements, her thumbs digging into the fat of your hips.

“Want me to make you come, sweet girl?” She asked, her lips a hare’s breadth away from your aching clit. You nodded frantically, tears starting to gather at the corner of your eyes. Maki’s gaze was intense as she looked at you, placing her head on the inner part of your thigh.

She cooed at you as she brought her thumb to rub lazy circles on your swollen bud, gathering your juices and spreading it on your folds. You could’ve burst at the seams from her teasing, your legs beginning to shake. Maki could be so cruel sometimes.

“Use your words, baby. You want me to make you come, right?” She licks a slow stripe up your cunt, never once breaking eye contact with you. Your mouth drops open as you toss your head back, hands gripped tight into the pillow behind you. You look back at your girlfriend as she encourages you to use you words to get what you want, hot tears starting to run down your cheeks

“Yes, I wanna come ! Please, make me come Maki, please !” It comes out rushed and cracked, but it’s voiced nonetheless. Within a second, Maki’s lips are around your clit. Your back arches away from your sheets, your hands shooting from behind your pillow to instead entangle themselves in Maki’s ebony hair.

You’re moaning loudly, all restraint abandoned as the woman below you eats you out. Her tongue is warm as it swipes and circles around your sensitive bud, occasionally prodding at your entrance. Her tongue is soon replaced with 2 fingers pumping in and out of your walls, middle finger curling to rub that spot that always has you creaming so beautifully around her.

Stars begin to spot your vision, tension steadily building in your core. You weren’t sure if your hips were moving on their own or if Maki was forcing you down on her fingers and mouth, but you didn’t care either way. You let yourself go completely, letting whatever came obscenity that came to mind fall gracelessly from your drooling lips.

You were close to release, your walls squeezing tightly around her middle and ring finger. Maki rose from her spot between your legs, fingers still deep in your cunt as she fucked you towards your well deserved orgasm. “Gonna make a mess for me, baby? Come all over my fingers?” she breathed, slick covered lips and chin grazing over your own.

Your moans came out in between breaths, chest heaving as you tried to answer your lover’s questions. “Ye—fuck, I’m coming ! I’m coming !” You can’t help but clamp your legs shut, the inside of your thighs, Maki’s forearm, and the sheet below you being coated in your juices. Maki continues to fuck you through your release, fervently rubbing your clit to keep it going for as long as possible.

“That’s it, keep coming for me,” she moans, lips locking with yours to quiet any cries of “overstimulation” or “being too sensitive”. When you’ve given all you can, Maki brings her fingers to her lips, licking them clean.

You don’t even register the display, eyes lidded as they lazily looked around the room. When your eyes did land on Maki, you gazed at her with what was she could only assume heart eyes looked like. She smiled to herself, gently kissing your temple.

That look was better than any orgasm she could ever have.

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#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #maki x reader #maki zenin x reader #maki x you #maki zenin x you #maki smut #maki zenin smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #if it sucks don’t let me know i don’t want to hear it #i tried and that should be the only thing that matters

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hvly · 7 months

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as a fellow virgin male enthusiast, who are thee virgins of each fandom ur in??

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sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ : ooooh, ive never really given any deep thought to who takes the virgin crown before. let’s dive in !

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — disclaimer ! these are just my opinions. if you disagree, cool. don't really care to hear it but let's be civilized and cordial.

Chainsaw Man - Obvious Answer

i know. you know. we all know who it is. do you think I should explain why? no. we all know I don't so we're gonna move on.

Demon Slayer - Himejima Gyomei

I’ll be honest, I was torn between Gyomei and Giyuu, but ultimately, Mr. Stone is taking the cake on this one. Now listen, I know we’re all enamored and absolutely riveted by the man's sheer size, but we have to be honest with ourselves (even if it hurts). And it’s not because he’s a sensitive soul and he cries over grass getting cut, but because he’s just a pious man imo. I truly believe that intercourse of any kind is the absolute last thing on his mind, if it’s there at all. Even if he did have sex, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be for pleasure.

Haikyuu - Asahi Azumane

i struggled with this one because id have to go school by school and more than one came to mind (maybe I'll do that later just for funsies 🤭) but Asahi is scoring high on my vir-dometer. Asahi seems like the type of guy who would wait until he's in a strong committed relationship before he has sex. Casual sex, one-night stands, and even early into the relationship. Something as intimate and personal as sex shouldn't just be done willy nilly (hehe, willy) and he has to be sure and secure in himself and his partner. What a guy, right?

Jujutsu Kaisen - Kokichi Muta

I feel like he's a virgin just because he's chronically in the friend zone. He just kind of has the misleading aura to him that keeps landing him there, like "Oh, he doesn't seem like the type that wants to be in a relationship/have casual sex. But I enjoy his company so win some lose some." Of course, he doesn't feel like that, but he also won't clear that misconception/misunderstanding up. Sure he'd like to get laid, but not at the expense of how people perceive him. He knows his time will come soon enough, though.

My Hero Academia - Shigaraki Tomura

Now before y'all jump down my gullet and bring up AFO Shiggy, I want to implore you all to be fucking forreal. That boy can barely talk to the people in his league, let alone get someone into his bed. And if he did (by some miraculous act of god), i'm almost positive he'd do one of two things. Sit there confused as to what to do next or he'd cum during foreplay and fall asleep. He's just incredibly, debilitatingly awkward to me and I pity the boy.

Obey Me - Belphegor

Belphie's just lazy, to be completely honest. I can't see him putting in any actual effort to lose his virginity. Sex is a physical activity that, depending on how soft or rough/fast or slow you are, can be quite strenuous. Is 10-20 minutes of physical activity worth like, 4 minutes of afterglow? No. No it isn't. It'd be much better spent sleeping. Or taking a nap. Resting his eyes, if you will. If he ever decides to spare the energy to bone, however, he's not doing any work. Purely spoiled pillow prince.

Tokyo Revengers - Kisaki Tetta

Kisaki is still a virgin just because of how obsessive and delusional he is. There's only one person for him and he's tunnel visioned on making them his and his alone. It's different from waiting for the right one because he knows who the right one is. They just don't know yet. He doesn't have a single moment to waste on some random fling or distract himself from his ultimate goal of making his target officially his.

#𓆩𖥔𓆪 — verses #tokyo revengers headcanons #obey me headcanons #mha headcanons #jjk headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kisaki tetta x reader #belphegor x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #kokichi muta x reader #asahi azumane x reader #himejima gyomei x reader

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hvly · 6 months

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most prized secret ft. getou suguru

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sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ : posted this on the wrong blog, but look who’s finally here ! i told y’all i’d post it on tuesday 🤭 never said which tuesday though. it was a long time coming, but i finally delivered. thank you @gayblade & @cu7ie for the help. truly saved this from going in the trenches. happy halloween, everybody 👹

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — disclaimer ! the following contains: getou's a straight up freak, kidnapping, body horror/amputation, mention of blood, wound kissing(?) implied noncon, reader is referred to as “his girl”, but there’s nothing gender specific

𓆩𖥔𓆪 — word count : 3.2k

“These are so pretty ! They don’t even look like they were ever damaged !” the woman exclaimed, gently placing her palm against the glass that separated her from the porcelain doll on the other side.

Getou smiled warmly as the woman marveled at the massive display of antique dolls, her head turning slowly in awe as she explored his workshop.

The last thing anyone would expect Getou Suguru to do for a living was play with dolls. Or at least that’s how it came across when he would casually say he collects and fixes antiques. When he was met with disbelieving stares and surprised “oh wow’s”, he would offer to show them his shop and let his handiwork do all the talking for him. He knew most people found it strange that a grown man would spend time fixing up dolls intended for little girls and lonely old ladies, but there was much more to it than that.

“They are, aren’t they?” he smiled, hands buried into the pockets of his smock as the woman continued to admire the delicate figures. She nodded, mouth agape as she returned to the counter Getou was leaning against. “You really fixed all of these up by yourself?” she asked, eyes unable to stray from the dolls on display for too long. Getou hummed, pushing himself off of the counter’s edge to admire his art. He opened a case, carefully taking out a doll in a white and blue laced dress into his hands, smoothing her honey blonde hair down her back as he gazed at her.

“When these precious things get sent to me, most of them are in pretty good shape.” He muses, rubbing a thumb over the doll’s delicate face. “Some are just a little dirty and faded. Nothing a little soap, water, and paint can’t fix. Others, like this pretty girl here,” he says, gently holding up the figure for the woman to see, “Are stripped of their beauty entirely.” He places the doll back on its display, slowly closing the case once it’s secured safely in place. “Broken with missing pieces, clothing torn; stripped of all their luster and dignity.”

Getou’s expression darkened a bit, his hands lingering on the display handles for a moment longer. “That someone could show such little care to something so delicate; it bothers me,” he said, indignation clear in his tone.

“But, no matter !” he exclaimed, throwing out his arms with a flourish, “I give them all the care they need to be returned to their former glory.” The woman stared, taking in all of what he had said. There was no doubt that he was talented at his craft. Restoring them didn’t seem easy, considering how half, if not all, could’ve been older than either one of them. It was nothing short of impressive.

Her eyes landed on the figurine Getou was previously holding, the doll’s subdued features a stark contrast to the rest of her bright lolita-esque appearance. “Is that one your favorite then?” the woman asked, motioning to the case the doll was in. Getou peeked over his shoulder to where she was pointing before turning back around, a gentle smile on his face as he answered.

“I love all my girls. But,” he paused, turning on his heels slightly. He motioned for the woman to come closer and whispered the last part, as if to not offend any of the dolls. “To be honest with you, there’s one I’m still working on that might just take that spot.”

The woman’s eyes lit up with intrigue as she looked around once more. Getou silently walked behind the counter as her head whipped from side to side in search of his current work in progress. He undid his smock and pulled the paint splattered piece over his head, his long raven hair messily draping his shoulders. The woman approached again as he was pulling his hair up into a more manageable style.

He smiled kindly as she returned, grabbing his apron and wiping his hands on a spot that was relatively clean. “Were you able to find what you were looking for?” he asked playfully, fully aware that the woman was never going to. The woman sighed in defeat, shaking her head with a good natured laugh. “No, but I doubt you’d just have an unfinished project out in the open for all to see, right?” she said, taking one last glance around the many cases in the store.

Getou chuckled lightly as he hung up his apron. “Well, this one’s a bit of a passion project. So it’s for my eyes only I’m afraid,” he spoke over his shoulder before turning to move from behind the counter space. “I like to work on it when I have some free time,” he added, kicking one leg over the other and leaning slightly against the counter’s edge. He stood with his fingers interlocked, a patient smile on his lips.

The woman hummed, catching onto Getou’s silent signal that it was time to wrap up her little visit. “Well, that’s a shame. I’m sure it would’ve been beautiful,” she said, pushing herself from the counter to take her leave. Getou thanks the woman for the compliment, walking her to the store’s entrance. The overhead bell rings as he opens the door for her, the conversation coming to an end with ‘thank yous’ and ‘take cares’ being exchanged.

Getou stands at the store entrance, waving after her until he was certain she was out of sight. With a sigh, he locked the front door and flipped the “open” sign to “close”, signaling the end of his day.

“Now then,” he muttered, walking over to a display far in the back and reaching behind it. A loud click sounded from behind the shelves before it began to slowly swing open, rumbling softly as it did. An engraved wooden door revealed itself from behind the shelf, an intricate design carved into the mantel overhead. Getou dug a key out of his pocket, unlocking the hidden door and pushing it open.

The heavy door groaned as it slowly opened, a steady shhh as the bottom of it dragged across the floor. The inside of the room was barely lit, overcasted in a soft white light. It wasn’t enough to see anything in detail, but it was enough to make out there was indeed furniture. A bitter sweet smell permeated throughout the room. A combination of cleaning products and a faint trace of a sickeningly sweet perfume. Getou clicked his tongue upon the scent hitting his nostrils, his face scrunched up in discontent. He had to remember this room didn’t have the greatest ventilation system and to maybe tone back the cleaning.

Getou reached over to the light switch, slowly turning the dial to an appropriate brightness. The room was cutely decorated, cream colored walls with various accents of soft pinks and white. Pretty stuffed animals and plush throw pillows were scattered freely (but neatly) around the room. It looked like something straight off of a soft girl’s pinterest board.

Well…with the exception of the operation cart and the statuesque person who sat silently in bed in the farthest corner of the room.

“Hello, my love,” he said, his voice soft as he made his way across the room. “I see you’re sitting up today. That’s quite the improvement,” He gazed at you tenderly, his hand gently caressing your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple and his lips lingered for a few seconds longer before he moved back, a placid smile gracing his features. You made no motion that would suggest you acknowledged his presence or if you even recognized someone was there to begin with.

You stared far off into the distance, eyes void of any emotion or awareness. Getou tucked his leg under him as he sat on the bed, pulling the medical cart placed beside it closer to his side. An array of medical instruments were neatly lined up on the stainless steel tray, along with various bandages, gauzes and antiseptic cleaning sprays. “Maybe we'll work on using our voice today, hmm?” He asked as he pulled on his latex gloves, watching you intently as they snapped against his skin.

You blinked at the sound, something reminiscent of a flinch. Getou cooed at your – frankly, interpreted – reaction, his hands coming to gingerly cup your face. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, dearest,” he reassured, rubbing calming circles on your cheeks with his thumbs. He adjusted to face you, carefully pulling the blanket that covered you to the side to reveal what should have been your legs.

Instead, there was a white casting that ended right before the knee. Same for your arms, surgical tape wrapped securely around where the rest of your forearm would be. Getou exhaled, cautiously taking one of your legs into his hand. He slowly and carefully unwrapped the material, going over and under in one smooth motion until it was fully unraveled into a pile on the floor. He breathed a sigh of relief upon the sight of your wound. The dark purple bruises along the stitches were clearing up, fading nicely into your natural hue. The stitches themselves also seemed to be faring well, the material less prominent against your skin from when it was first put there.

The wound was in the early stages of healing, your skin starting to mend back together with a fresh scab to aid in the process. Getou rubbed a gloved thumb along the suture before looking back at you with a small grin. “It’s healing really well,” he said, reaching over to grab gauze and saline solution to care for your stitches. He hummed to himself as he wet the cloth, being careful not to over saturate it. “In a couple more days, I’d say these stitches will completely dissolve.”

With his free hand Getou steadied your leg and prepared to clean your wound. He glanced at you one more time. “Alright, you know the drill. If you feel any discomfort,” he paused, giving your thigh a firm but gentle squeeze. “Let me know.” The last bit sounded something like a plea rather than a general statement. You continued to stare flatly at the wall and Getou took your occasional blinks as confirmation that you understood him.

Getou took a deep breath before exhaling, dabbing the damp gauze along the stitches. Once it was thoroughly cleaned, he took a dry gauze and patted it dry. He quietly repeated this process again on your other leg, the clattering of objects on the surgical tray being the only sound in the room. As he worked, Getou let his mind wander to fill the silence.

How long has it been since he last heard your voice? A couple weeks now? Maybe longer? God, it felt like an eternity had passed since then.

You were someone who frequented Getou’s shop often. Bouncing around display cases, enamored by the beauty of the countless dolls, childlike wonder dancing in your eyes. At first he paid you no mind, treating your visits like he would an elderly woman coming to reminisce and tell him stories of “how she had a doll just like this” when she was younger. Polite and available if you had any questions or just wanted him to lend an ear. But the more you visited, the more he felt drawn to you. Your guilelessness intrigued him, your excitement to see dolls you had already seen at least 50 times by now never waning.

Then one day you bounded up to him, smile wide and eyes bright.

Full of joy and genuine curiosity. It was like a bottle of pure sunshine was opened right in the center of his shop. He felt warm in his soul when you looked at him, your jovial energy palpable and infectious to any and everybody. Getou couldn’t remember when he genuinely felt so calm and happy in the presence of another person. He wanted to bottle up this feeling and get drunk off it for the rest of his life.

“Do you have any new dolls you’re working on? I’d love to see it when you finish.”

At the time, he hadn’t received any damaged or donated dolls. But he knew at that moment, you were what his shop was missing. What he was missing. Among the shelves upon shelves of porcelain figurines he possessed, he had nothing that encapsulated what you embodied. Full of glee, full of youth, full of wonder. He needed you for his shop. For himself.

In the beginning, you kicked and screamed, swearing someone would find you and expose him for the sick bastard he was. Cursing his existence and spewing phrases and words that he was positive you didn’t mean. Getou let you vent your frustrations with no threat of punishment. He let you scream, hit, bite as much as you wanted. It worked more in his favor than it did yours. Besides, it’s not like you could run away. He had made sure of that from the start. But now…

Getou was pulled from his thoughts when he heard something. A choked cry. Your voice.

“____?” He snapped his head up with wide eyes, sure his ears were deceiving him. He looked at you in stunned silence. Your face was wet with sadness, tears and snot steadily streaming down your cheeks and collecting to drip off your chin. Your mouth was open as your chest rose and fell rapidly, occasional sniffles and whines leaving your lips. Getou’s eyebrows scrunched in concern, his hands instinctively coming up to wipe your face. “What’s wrong?”

He paused, gloved hand inches away from your tear stained cheek. Where his palm should have been blue, it was red. He looked down at your leg, quietly gasping at the sight. The sheets underneath you had also been stained, a consistent line of crimson seeping from the once closed wound. Your stitches had torn from the pressure, peeling back your scab and opening your wound again. That would’ve been an easy enough fix had Getou not been lost in his thoughts and applying anything but gentle care to it.

He clicked his tongue, cursing under his breath at his negligence. He removed his gloves, tossing them somewhere on the ground and cupping your face with his hands. “I’m so sorry, my darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly, wiping underneath your eyes with his thumbs. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You know that, right?” He looked at you fondly, but expectantly. Silently praying that after so long, you’d acknowledge him again. That you wouldn’t look at him with empty, blank eyes.

That you’d speak to him again.

He searched your misty eyes for that sign, but was met with nothing but silent tears and quiet sniffles. Getou sighed and stood from the bed, gathering the soiled bandages and gloves to be disposed of. He made his way across the room, opening a drawer to gather more bandages to dress your wound. Various sized bandages rolled to the front, snow white fabric unraveling then neatly wrapping itself back up. Getou stood for a moment, hands placed on either side of the counter space.

He gripped the corners tightly, the cool marble squeaking underneath his hands as he stared into the drawer. He was so close to hearing your voice. So close to that pure, unadulterated joy you possessed. And you were denying him that. Was this your way of trying to get back at him? Keeping him from the one thing he wanted most? What he so desperately needed?

Getou was a relatively patient man. He could wait for the things that were worth it. But, this? You? There was no more waiting.

He closed the drawer and turned on his heels in your direction, taking steady strides back to your bedside. Your eyes were closed now and your breaths were steady and even. Getou’s gaze was locked on your face. Dried tears streaked your cheeks, giving you the appearance of a crying angel. Even so, you were still as beautiful as ever. He sat in his previous spot, looking down at your reopened wound.

The opening glistened in the soft lighting, the former trail of blood drying and beginning to start the process of scabbing again. He hovered a finger over the tear, following the outline down to the blood soaked sheet. He would never hurt you. He lowered himself to your residual limb and gently kissed it, following the stitch line. He continued leaving kisses up your leg, leaving a trail of bloody lip prints up to your thigh

Getou peeked up at you, lips still pressed to your supple skin. You stayed still, eyes still shut as if you didn’t feel a thing he was doing. He would never hurt you. Getou opened his mouth to let his teeth graze against your skin, saliva dripping out of his mouth. He bit into it hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to really hurt. His black eyes were trained on you, ready to catch any change.

He bit harder, spit dripping down your leg. His other hand snaked up to cup your leg, fingers sliding underneath it. His knuckles rested on the bloodied sheets as his thumb traced over your wound. He would never hurt you. Getou pressed lightly into it, his digit being met with soft meat.

Your eyes fluttered for a moment, but remained closed. Getou frowned, digging his teeth into the meat of your thigh. He would never hurt you. A small whimper rumbled in your throat, your eyebrows scrunched together in discomfort. Getou kept biting while continuing to push his thumb into you. You were almost there. He just wanted to hear your voice. The last thing he wanted to do was..

“Pl-”

His mouth was no longer attached to your thigh and he felt a cool breeze on his thumb. You were looking at him again, eyes wide open. You looked like a frightened deer. Big eyes glittering with tears that threatened to spill with one blink. Your lip quivered as you opened your mouth. Getou sat up, watching you intently.

Your voice barely came out above a whisper. It was shaky and breathy. “Pl…Please…stop. Hurts.”

Getou stared silently before chuckling softly to himself. He pushed a few strands of hair out of his face, an unsettlingly soft smile spreading across his face. He inched closer to you, stopping mere inches from your face. You looked away, eyes averted towards the ceiling to keep yourself from crying.. He gently pulled your chin back in his direction, stroking your bottom lip with his bloodied thumb before kissing you.

“There’s my girl,” he breathed. He placed kisses along your jaw and into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet words into your skin with each one. You took a shaky breath, closing your eyes tight as he slowly ran his hands up your sides and under your gown. “Please…,” you whispered, warm tears beginning to stream down your face. Getou shushed you, placing a kiss to your wet cheek. He looked at you with the same kind and tender eyes he had when you came to visit him in his shop. The same eyes that lured you here. And you couldn’t help but sob

“You know I’ll never hurt you. I take care of all of my girls.”

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nanami doesn’t allow swearing when he’s fucking you. he thinks words like “fuck” or “shit” are foul, nasty words that should have no place in your vocabulary. let alone coming out of such a sweet, pretty girl like yourself.

he’ll forgive you if you let it slip once or twice, giving you gentle reminders like, “fix your language, baby” and “you know i don’t like when you curse, sweetheart.” he knows that the way he’s dragging his cock in and out of your cunt might have made you forget. the only thoughts swirling around being how full you feel and how well he’s working your body.

but if he has to correct you multiple times? you’ll find his hand pressed firmly against your mouth, his hips stilled and sweated brows knitted together in irritation. “what did i tell you about swearing?” you give him an apologetic look, “ ‘m sorries” being caught and trapped underneath his palm.

nanami pulls out of you slowly, before slamming his hips back into yours with incredible force. you grip and squeeze at his arm, explicit moans muffled as he brutally drills into your pussy.

“since you want to act nasty, i’ll show you how nasty little girls get treated”

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𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕…hate sex with hanma

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Hanma Shuji + F!Reader

✰ - ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ : biting, rough unprotected sex/hate sex, 1 mention of spit, asphyxiation, light degradation, creampie. let me know if i missed any !

✰ - ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.7k

✰ -ᴀ/ɴ: i put hearts after some of his sentences because i think it’s funny that they do that for some of his subtitles.

bat shit cray cray ❤︎

“Hurry up so you can get out my house,” you huffed, chest heaving as Hanma pulled himself up lazily from his knelt position on the floor. He dragged his fingers across his lips, an impish smile spreading across his face as he sat himself in between your legs.

“That’s how you say thank you to someone that just made you cum?” he said, tapping your sensitive, puffy clit a few times with the underside of his cock. You twitched slightly, your body still sensitive from your recent orgasm. You mustered up the best glare you could shoot him, trying your best to ignore the steady pulsating in your core.

Hanma mocked your attempted display of contempt by jutting out his bottom lip and knitting his eyebrows together in feigned sadness. “Aww, are you pouting?” he asked, spreading your glistening folds and dragging the length of his shaft between them. “You upset that I didn’t blow a load in your lil pussy first?” His smile quickly found its way back onto his lips upon his words. “It’s okay,” he cooed, condescension heavy in every single one of his syllables. “I’ll fill you up just how you like, okay ❤︎?”

God, you couldn’t stand him.

There wasn’t much to like about Shuji Hanma. He was an apathetic, self destructive adrenaline junkie that only cared about his next high. The world was his playground and the people in it were just toys for him to play with. With no such thing as consequence or concern for others – or himself for that matter – anything and everything that would keep him entertained was all that he really cared about. Everyone and their mother knew he wasn’t worth the time of day and nothing even remotely good would come from situating yourself with him.

You must have been a fool then. Because here you were, legs spread wide with him right between them.

Again.

Hanma pursed his lips, a decent amount of spit falling from them and onto his tip. He rubbed his large palm over his cock head a few times, making sure he was fully lubricated. He prodded at your entrance a couple of times, sticking just the tip inside before pulling it back out, dragging it from your clit to your hole, and repeating the process.

You groaned loudly, increasingly getting frustrated. “I fuckin–” you were cut short when Hanma’s free hand cupped your jaw. His much larger hand squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your lips to slightly part. “Hate me. Yeah, whatever. Come up with something new,” he said, his index finger slipping past your lips and pressing down on the middle of your tongue.

Without a second thought, you brought your teeth down onto the unwelcomed digit. Hanma yanked his hand away with a sharp hiss, his movements coming to an abrupt halt.

“Do it again and I’ll bite it off,” you snorted, thinking that’s exactly what he gets for thinking he ran things and he was in your home. Hanma replaced his injured digits with a lopsided smile as he sat up straight in between your legs.

“You biting now?” he chuckled, pushing his messy blonde and black bangs off of his forehead. He slightly nodded his head to himself, inspecting the imprint your teeth had left on his finger. Before you could really process what he was doing, Hanma had gripped your jaw once again. But this time, there was more pressure behind it.

Not really giving you the option to look anywhere else you noticed he had dropped the obnoxious smile and his golden eyes appeared dark and dangerous. He genuinely looked angry, this being the first time you had ever seen him be so serious. And truth be told, it scared you.

You tried to pull away from his hold on you, your hands pushing and clawing at his wrist and forearm. “I put up with a lot of your shit,” Hanma’s face inched closer to yours, his heavy gaze boring into you. “But let’s get something straight,” he muttered, your face aching from the way his fingers dug into your cheeks and jaw. His lips hovered bare centimeters away from yours, his breath ghosting over them as he spoke. “You don’t bite me. Ever,” he said, each word accompanied with a deep and powerful thrust into your soaked cunt.

You snapped your head to the side, desperately trying to get out of his hold. Hanma turned your head back in his direction, his other hand gripping your leg that was thrown over his shoulder. “Go ahead and do it again,” he said, pressing his index finger over your slightly puckered lips. You kept your lips closed, muffled moans locked behind them. Had he not had the expression he was currently wearing, you would’ve happily obliged. But the burning ache in your jaw and his thrusts that were literally knocking the air out of you helped you decide against it.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he scoffed, moving his hand from your jaw to cover your nose and mouth. You let out a surprised cry, what Hanma could assume were protests being buried underneath his palm. A wicked smile slowly spread across Hanma’s lips, your concerned whimpers amusing.

“Guess you better act right if you wanna breathe, huh?” he said as he continued to fuck harder and faster into you, the lewd sound of his balls smacking against your slick covered ass bouncing off the walls of your bedroom.

Hanma watched you below him as you tried to save what little breath you had. Your eyes were shut tight and he could see the light sheen beginning to cover your forehead. You were obviously trying very hard to keep some type of composure. Absolutely pathetic.

He loved seeing you all disheveled. In his eyes, it humbled you. So full of supposed hatred towards him, carrying yourself in a manner where you think yourself better than him. And maybe you would be, if every encounter you had with him didn’t end the same way. In your bedroom, you crying out his name , asking for more and more, and ending up with a pussy filled to the brim with several loads of his cum.

Hanma wanted to see how far you could go. How much you could take before you would actually say enough. Cupping the back of your knee, he leaned forward. Your eyes shot open, the increased weight of your leg and Hanma leaning into you forcibly pushing the air out of your body. A rush of air escaped from underneath his hand before he felt the skin of his palm being sucked back in slightly.

You squeaked from underneath his hand, shaking your head from side to side in an attempt to loosen his hold and catch a quick breath. A cruel giggle sounded from Hanma as your face became flushed and you squirmed beneath him. “You outta breath already ?” he said, groaning softly as your walls began to tightly clench around him. “Must be trying hard to breathe, huh? You got so tight all of a sudden ❤︎ !”

Tears and balls of white began to blur your vision. It was almost impossible to focus on the ache that was building in your core when your lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen. A mixture of muffled cries and squeaks filled the room as you thrashed around underneath Hanma. You needed air.

Hanma couldn't help but laugh. He had fucked you multiple times before, but this was the first time he was truly having fun. “The little slut wants to breathe, doesn’t she?” he cooed, sliding his hand between your connected bodies and rubbing rough circles on your clit. “Should I let the little slut breathe?” You nodded frantically, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as he piled on sensation after sensation.

With a pinch of your nose, he lifted his hand. You inhaled loudly, followed by several chest rattling coughs. Hanma continued to pound mercilessly into your abused cunt, using his now free hand to palm your tits that were bouncing freely. Loud gasps had soon turned into broken moans and heavy pants as the focus on the lack of oxygen was now shifted on the tight knot building in your stomach.

“Look at how fuckin’ nasty you are ❤︎ !” Hanma said, drinking in your messy expression. Tear stained cheeks, your lips and chin sloppy with sweat and drool, and your eyes clouded with ecstasy. Coupled with the way your cunt was drooling around his cock, he truly was having the time of his life. “You’re coming aren’t you?” he asked, squishing your cheeks together and placing chaste kisses on your lips.

You nodded, having enough breath to form a somewhat coherent sentence. “Gonna cum, ‘m gonna–Shuji!” you cried between pants, your voice raising in octaves as your high washed over you like a gigantic wave. Your hands had found their way to Hanma’s back, your manicured nails digging deep into his skin as you climaxed.

Hanma let out a long, guttural groan from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him and your nails digging into his skin. The combined sensation of pain and pleasure bringing him to his own orgasm soon after yours. With a few more deep thrusts, he painted your insides with thick ropes of his cum. Slowly, he pulled out of your spasming hole with a satisfied sigh.

Spreading your messy folds apart, he watched as his cum began to slowly seep out of you, the white liquid dribbling down your ass and onto the sheets below. Hanma took a glance at you, chest heaving and eyes shut. “What a mess I’ve made ❤︎,” he giggled, lightly slapping the side of your thigh.

As thanks for showing him a good time, he took the liberty of cleaning you up. Just enough so that you wouldn’t wake up with terribly sticky skin the next day. He could be a gentleman like that sometimes. After throwing on his discarded clothes, he took his leave, bounding down the steps of your porch with a light cigarette and a pep in his step.

On your nightstand, he left a simple note.

See you again soon – H. ❤︎

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